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I watched her take the tiny garment in her hands, gratefully, joyfully. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #35)

"I own it," said Marcus, "as I own you, but it is true that it was with you in mind that I purchased it, that you might wear it when permitted, or directed". "May I touch it, Master?" she asked, delightedly. "Yes," he said. I watched her take the tiny garment in her hands, gratefully, joyfully. It is interesting, I thought, how much such a small thing can mean to a girl. It was a mere slave tunic, a cheap, tiny thing, little more than a ta-teera or camisk, and yet it delighted her, boundlessly. It was the sort of garment which free women profess to despise, to find unspeakably shocking, unutterably scandalous, the sort of garment which they profess to regard with horror, the sort of garment which they seem almost ready to faint at the sight of, and yet to Phoebe, and to others like her, in bondage, it was precious, meaning more to her doubtless than the richest garments in the wardrobes of the free women. - (Magicians of Gor)